The national god of online games is a girl

Chapter 255

As a result, those regular readers have complained for their own authors.

My family's author has worked so hard to write a novel with great difficulty, and now it finally gets a recommended position on the completed list.

But you, an author who has never even heard of the title of the book, suddenly and inexplicably got the recommended place on the list of endings.

No one will accept it.

Thinking of this, the readers went to the homepage of the book "Beautiful Events in Heaven" and reported the book.

The content of the report has brushed data, and some have reported plagiarism.

However, the messages replied by the system all said that the data was not swiped, or plagiarism was found.

For this, the readers expressed disbelief, if it wasn't for other data, how could it be possible to get the recommended position of the finished leaderboard!

But there is no way, the system said that it did not find out whether there was any brush data, or whether there was plagiarism.

In contrast, they can only keep cursing the author himself in the comment area to vent their inner grievances.

However, An Yiyang didn't feel uncomfortable seeing this.

It's more about excitement.

Generally speaking, no one wants to be scolded by others for their novels.

An Yiyang was excited because they were raising their activity level.

As long as one person comments in his comment area, no matter what he says, he will be active.

The higher the activity, the more people will watch it, and the more people will watch it, the more subscriptions will increase.

As the number of subscriptions increases, the manuscript fee will also increase. It is obvious that his works are constantly being hacked by them, but An Yiyang is very excited.

"The author of "Beautiful Events in Heaven" is really shameless! He actually used data for his own novel!"

"The novels written by other fiction writers have worked so hard to be recommended in the end ranking list, but he can be listed on the list by simply swiping the data. Can't this author have a conscience?!"

"I want the authors who swipe the data to have a conscience? It's better not to have this idea. As long as the authors who swipe the data basically don't have a conscience, they only care about whether their novels can sell well!"

"The upstairs is right, I agree with the upstairs!"

...

An Yiyang didn't intend to explain anything, the so-called clean is self-clean.

He didn't brush the data himself, so he naturally didn't feel uneasy about his conscience.

Besides, he has to thank the person behind the scenes who "raised" his work!

Presumably that person also saw this scene!
I really want to see what he looks like now.

An Yiyang looked at the comment area for a while, and then stopped reading.

Most of the comment area is cursing him, or saying that he plagiarized.

One is fine, but two, three... will always get tired.

They hate black people, can't they say something novel?

An Yiyang exited the page in the comment area and put on the uniform of Team Reaper.

Go out to the training room.

In fact, he should go to the single live broadcast room, but he still has to go to the training room to get things.

The training room is on the second and third floors, and An Yiyang's training room is on the third floor.

An Yiyang gently opened the door.

The guild has a clear rule that when in the training room, one must keep quiet, otherwise it will affect their training, and the person making the noise will be fully responsible.

When An Yiyang entered, no one greeted him.

If they look over as soon as they go in, it proves that they didn't pay attention to training.

An Yiyang came to his place and turned on the computer.

The person next to him seemed to feel that someone was coming next to him.

He quickly glanced at the person next to him.

Make sure he has never seen this person before, and the seat next to him has never been occupied.

But now a person sitting here suddenly appeared, that person couldn't help but look at An Yiyang more.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

(End of this chapter)